Karma wears stilettos (ON HOLD)

Chapter Seven: Hungover Charlotte, part one

Mondays.

God, I hate Mondays.

I groaned as the sunlight hit my face, its warmness did nothing but make me want to stay in bed even longer. The fact that I had several good books to read, three amazing movies to watch and a ton of episodes of 'two broke girls' to binge on, made it harder. And to make things even better, I had an entire week of school ahead of me.

Oh, joy.

I rolled off my bed and into my bathroom. I flicked on the light switch and looked at myself in the mirror for a couple of minutes before conculding I was a hot effing mess, who desperately needed a wax, and her eyebrows and upper lip threaded.

I sighed, even my dad had less hair than me.

I quickly hopped into the shower and hopped out in a record time of 20 minutes. (Not including the time it took to shave, of course.) Nevertheless, I was ready for school in about, 45 minutes, give or take.

Mostly give.

"Hayden! You're taking forever, Get out already! I need to use the bathroom!" I heard my little brother, Josh, yell from the other side of the bathroom door.

I rolled my eyes and pulled out my eyeliner pen. This is gonna take a while.

***

"Go away."

"No."

"Go away," Charlotte growled.

"I can't just leave you here."

"Yes, yes you can, and I want you to."

I was standing over a very hungover Charlotte, lying on the floor, in the middle of her apartment, holding her head like it was about to roll off if she let go.

"I take it you aren't going to school today?" I asked, looking around. Her apartment was a small two bedroom set up, with a nice kitchen and interconnected living room, surprisingly (because, let's be honest, this is Charlotte's apartment) it was absolutely spotless, not a pillow or hand towel out of place.

"BHLEKKK!"

I shut my eyes, and pressed my lips together. "Sorry," Charlotte said, wiping her mouth.

My lips still pressed together and my eyes still tightly shut, I managed to say, "its alright, could you just tell me where the bathroom is? I kinda don't like having puke all over my toes."

She pointed in the direction of the bathroom and I hopped over to it, squirming in my brand new, vomit filled peep toes.

Later, like, way later, after I managed to thoroughly wash the vomit from in-between my toes and my brand new shoes, I helped Charlotte out of her party wear (which I always seemed to find her in) and into some pajamas.

I looked at my watch, "10:15," I sighed, "well, you happy?!" I asked, "you made, me miss an entire hour of school."

She pouted, "I'm sowie."

"Well, whatever, next time you plan on getting drunk as eff, on a school night," I said emphasizing the words, school and night, "Tell me, so I don't have to drive by your place, to pick up your sowie tushie," I growled, looking at my watch, "I've gotta go."

"No! Wait!"

"What?"

"Stay with me? Please?"

"Uhhh, no." I narrowed my eyes.

"Pweeeesh?"

"No."

"I could call Terrence and Joey over, we could make a day of it?"

I paused, "Joey and Terrence aren't gonna wanna make a day with your hungover self, sweetie."

She pouted, "well, maybe you and I could make a day of it?"

"What makes you think I wanna spend the entire day, holding your hair back while you puke up the contents of last night, and listen to you go on about the brain spilting headache you have?"

"No, We could also make cupcakes."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Soufflé?"

I raised my other eyebrow.

"Snicker doodles?"

I raised both.

Fine, we'll order pizza and watch the notebook for the millionth time, just please, please, stay with me?"

I groaned, dropping my backpack on the floor, "fine."

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Ahh, I'm sorry I know this is extremely short, and I know I took forever to update but I've just been so busy with school and stuffs that wattpad kinda had to take the second... Third... Fine! Fourth! wheel.

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